Category: Creative Writing

Speakin’ of Ghosts

It’s late and just as you’re drifting off to sleep, you hear something. What was it? There’s no one else at home. The cat’s asleep at the end of the bed. “It must have been the wind,” you tell yourself. It always makes you feel better to believe it’s just the wind. Until you feel that cool breeze float across your bed and realize there is no wind…

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